The Storm
Pearl is a special girl. It's a simple thing to say because it is simply true. There is nothing wrong in observing it. Pearl knows it. We all know it. She is different. It is not that she is wrapped wrong. It's just that she is wrapped in a different way.
She likes to play at being a dominatrix with other girls, even though she doesn't know what a dominatrix is. She likes sex with girls probably as much if not more than sex with me but, she wants sex with me too. She isn't faking it. I have given her a chance to opt out of being with me and staying here if it is really only about girls for her. It isn't. Based on everything she has told me, she is bisexual. She likes sex and really doesn't care about the sex of her partner, with the exception that she only plays the dominatrix with girls.
So if you are a little confused by that, join the group. Pearl is a lot like Joriz to the extent that there is little filtering between what she is thinking and saying. What you hear from her is what she really means.
She is taller than the others. I would say she is lanky but, not awkward. She knows she will be with me tonight. She teases Jenny all through supper to be careful and not eat too much. She doesn't want to feel bloated at the wrong time!
Pearl has the entire table rolling in laughter, even with the somber crap hanging over our heads.
After dinner, Pearl requests to spend time with me – alone – in my rooms. She informs me she would like to talk.
We walk up the stairs and into the bedroom. It is already almost eight. Jenny will join us at nine.
‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡
We flew first to Toronto and then got on a plane direct to the Philippines. I gather we will go through Immigration in Manila and board another plane to Iloilo. It has been ten hours already and we are not half way there yet. I am feeling stressed out.
When we got to Toronto I sent Dad an email but didn't get an answer before the next flight boarded. I guess I am not surprised. There are times he doesn't check his email for days. He is definitely old school. I think he still writes letters, and uses stamps.
I wish to God I knew what has happened.
‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡
Pearl folds herself into one of the two easy chairs. She looks both comfortable and determined. I am intrigued and curious about what is coming when she opens her mouth.
We are all different, right? I mean, there no absolute right way and absolute wrong way? Correct?
Depends, I guess. If you have a need to kill people to relax and sleep at night, well then, that would probably be absolutely wrong.
OK, OK, sure. I not mean that. I mean about love and sex and belonging and needing and I not sure really.
Sure, there is no right or wrong. It is more a matter of fit. It is a matter of does what one wants, fit with what the other wants or needs.
Good, that is what I think. So I know I am not like the others here. They love you and want your love. They like sex and will do it any way you want. No problem. Maybe some need more than want, I not know. But it pretty simple for them I think.
And for you?
You see a dog follow a person, right? That dog loves that person. Maybe the person not loves the dog but, is just happy it follows, OK?
Yeh, OK.
Well, maybe I am your dog. I am going to follow you. You know it, I know it. And it is good and right in my head. I just need to belong to you to be happy in that way.
But?
OK, yes, but, I also need a dog. Weird I know but, I need a lady who is my dog. She just want to be close to me. That make sense? You understand?
I think I do. So, your dog. Do I know the dog is there?
Right, that is the problem. You have to know but, you maybe shouldn't know because it is my dog, not yours. You see?
Huh, I think so. Maybe we are confusing two things.
I not understand what you mean.
Maybe I see the person but not the things that make her your dog. Maybe that is hidden from me. She could seem normal for me and your dog in a hidden way. In a way you exhibit control on her that I never see. She's your dog.
Would that be cheating on you?
No, I don't think so. You are my dog and you want to protect me, right?
Yes!
So you would never allow your dog to hurt me, right!
Yes! Exactly! Wow, Yes. You OK with this?
I think so.
You not think I am unloyal?
It's 'disloyal,' the word I mean, and no, I do not. ... Pearl you may have someone in mind. I do not want to know who it is. I do want to warn you about two things. It may be hard to find a girl in our group who is willing to be your dog and I am not going to expand our group. That may cause a problem for you. I can't fix it.
I understand but, at least you know the truth about me. Can we talk about Judith now?
OK, what about her?
Well, of course she is coming tomorrow to lose her virginity. So we should talk about that!
OK, why?
She will fall in love with you. That why. She never let a guy touch her because she is afraid that guys will be bad and do bad things. You are not interested in her in that way, so she is not afraid, right?
OK, and?
I am not sure but maybe I know better when you take my virginity tonight. But the others tell me it changes you. If that true, you are the safe guy who change her. But boom ... I think she will fall in love.
She prefers girls, Pearl.
No! She is not afraid of the power of girls and she needs sex and closeness. I think she will love you.
Why are you so sure of this?
When Jenny and me do her, I think we both learn this about her.
Your recommendation?
None that work. I not know.
Do you mind if I hope you are wrong?
Hehe. I hope this too. Judith is a problem.
Here's a question for you. What if the only way to be near me was to be your dog?
Wait, what?
What if someone wanted to be close to me and I didn't want it. But they could in a small way if they were your dog?
You think?
Maybe.
Huh. I will think about it! But I don't think I want her as my dog!
Pearl is my dog. Now that's a concept I had never considered before tonight. I am not sure the use of 'dog' is one I like all that much but, I understand her intent. It tells me that although we have not consummated anything between us, she is mine in some meaningful way. I don't know why but, the feeling surely is there. It seems to have fallen into place tonight. I will not treat her like a dog. I will love her like the precious girl she is. I hope that works.
Jenny has joined us. Clothing has been removed and we have moved to the bed. This will be a different 'taking' tonight. Jenny and I will cooperate in getting Pearl going and bringing her off at least once before I take her cherry. Pearl wants Jenny to drink the blood but, I don't want to pull out before completion. I ask Pearl about it. I will stop but not fully withdraw when blood appears and if Jenny can lick some off me, she will do it. Following that, I will push for completion. Pearl agrees that there will still be blood at that point and so Jenny can suck her out then. So we have an agreed upon plan.
Jenny and Pearl have been together twice before. The first time occurred when she joined us for the taking of Jenny ceremony, and the second this week when the two took Judith. While Jenny will never be Pearl's dog, they really like each other. We are comfortable as a threesome.
Jenny and I decide to start as we have often done recently, with a massage. Pearl knows that, while there may be ass play tonight, it is not where I will end up.
You can tell a lot about your partner during a massage. Pearl doesn't have a tight muscle in her body. She is loose and relaxed as our hands move from muscle group to group. No matter where I touch, I am welcomed.
We anoint Pearl's back and legs with oil and work it in. Her smooth mocha skin glistens. I anoint more oil to her ass and work it into her butthole. Her body is so relaxed that her sphincter does not tighten a bit as I finger fuck her ass.
We roll her on her back and add oil to her breasts. Sweet small peaches that lie molded in perfection. We play with them and with her ass, eliciting moans and sighs. Jenny kisses her on the lips and Pearl bites Jenny's lower lip in response, shaking it before telling Jenny, Make him fuck me. I want to be fucked tonight, not loved.
Jenny gives me a look that tells me to get with the program. We put Pearl on her knees. That will give Jenny her best access to licking my cock of the blood after just a few strokes.
Positioning my cock to where I can push through the membrane, I slide my glans up and down over her oily labia. It gets Pearl worked up, and me lubed up.
I don't ask Pearl if she is ready. I just spear her with a swift and efficient ramming of cock into cunt. She grunts as I do the deed. Nothing more. I stay in deep for a bit. If she is going to bleed let it accumulate on one part of my cock.
Now I pull out but, not entirely. Jenny says she sees it and goes after the remains. I feel the tongue and Pearl does too, based on how she is moving beneath me.
Jenny backs away and I start fucking Pearl in earnest as Jenny moves partially underneath and works on Pearl's tits and clit. And Pearl? Well, this is everything she has hoped for. She cums and cums again. While I continue fucking her, I run a finger up her ass and that produces another cum.
There's no turning back now, Pearl. You are mine! And I cum deep into an unprotected hole.
A minute later, Jenny has taken position behind Pearl, replacing me, and she eats the child out as thoroughly as possible, eliciting more cums.
We pull the bed sheets off, take a shower and remake the bed. I have one on either side of me. Thirty-five-year-old Jenny and fourteen-year-old Pearl. We sleep.
My cellphone chimes. It's 4AM. Hello?
Hi, Dad. We are in Iloilo. Is it always this hot here?
No, sometimes it's hotter.
Oh, so very funny. Is it as hot where you are?
No. And Sarah, there are hotels, with air conditioning, you can rent by the hour. Some are close to the port. Ask a taxi driver to take you to one of them. The ferry will not leave for hours and you clearly will be able to use the rest.
OK, good advice. You will meet us at the ferry?
Yeh. We will all meet you.
Dad, isn't this a bit too soon?
No, I need to pick up the youngest from school just before the ferry arrives. So they will be in our van anyway and the moms don't want that to happen with you three in there, unless they are there.
How many can this van carry?
Fifteen legally but, here that is a quibble. It can carry twenty.
God! What has happened? No, never mind, that is for a later conversation. Now I will find a hotel. See you soon.
Yeh, see you soon. And the connection ends.
‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡
That is so weird. They are worried about us? The mothers have to be there to protect their children from me and my daughters? What in the name of blue blazes is this about?
My girls are so tired. They are sleeping standing up. I am not much better. Damn, this is a hard trip. And it isn't over. We are not there yet. One of two more taxi rides, a ferry, and then the van to his house.
I am so scared. Scared for those girls. Scared for Dad. Scared for my girls. And, scared for me.
‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡
Morning. A very scary morning. One island away my daughter and granddaughters are possibly sleeping and soon to be on a ferry. Next to me are two females whom I truly love. How this is possible is beyond my ability to explain but, it is real as it gets.
I remember when I read those stories, I so wanted them to be true. I so wanted to believe. But, in the stories, things seemed to fall into place too easily. The women were too easy to find, to have, and to make as they would be made to be by the guy. It was fantasy. It couldn't be reality. The places, food, and the minutia seemed authentic but, really? That easy? Still I wanted to believe and I emailed.
So what do I make of my life now? How do I square the circle? Things have fallen into place because people, my girls and lawyers and such, around me have been clearing the path.
So it has all come about as I had dreamed. And now will it come crashing down because of an email? I do not want to lose these two or any of them. They are precious and I have made promises to them. Will I be able to keep those promises?
Jenny stirs, reaches over me, pinches Pearl, School na!1
Pearl stretches, kisses my neck and jumps out of bed running out the door.
You OK, Ronald? I hear the call.
They are in Iloilo. I am scared.
It will be OK, maybe. We girls have a plan. We will see.
I ought to be panicking now. What plan? But I have no plan, so maybe they can do some magic. I don't think I can.
In a little bit Judith will arrive. This is fucking nuts. I take my shower. When I come out showered and dressed, Elvie is there as usual with my breakfast.
You OK, Ronald?
Huh, you are the second person to ask me that this morning and I haven't had my coffee yet.
I don't have anything for the day to discuss with you. You know about Judith and the lessons are canceled. We will make the house spotless. If you need a hug, let me know. OK?
OK.
Elvie gets up, and leaves.
I putter around the room. I watch the TV and look at my netbook. Other than an email from Sarah which is now of no importance, there is only one other piece of email. It is another email from Harvey. He wants to know if I have any more photos of the girls I can send him. I like the guy but, Jesus, is he jacking off to the photo? I tell him there are no more pics. There is nothing else in my email. Still, I manage to waste the time until Judith arrives.
Judith, I do not want to take your virginity. You should do that with the person you love.
There is no person and if I am going to have sex with those girls, it is time I learn all about sex. You are a decent man. You will not hurt me. I need you to do this.
You want this without love?
Yes, I need it that way.
OK, Judith, take off your clothing.
What?
You heard me. This may not be romantic but, do you think we are going to fuck fully dressed?
No, I guess not.
So, off with your clothing.
All?
All or leave now.
OK. OK.
Judith actually looks damned fine. I undress.
Now get on the bed. And she does.
I get on with her and reach over, to take a tit in my hand.
Why you doing this?
If you want sex, your body must be made excited. Now, no talking, no arguing, no questions and no stalling. Do as I need you to do, or leave.
She acquiesces. So it is basic, 'get her body going.' I am sucking her breasts, playing with her clit and her ass. I am kissing her neck, nibbling on her ears. Simply anything to get her cunt a little juicy.
I think it's going to take a while. Nothing doing. She is sopping wet in five minutes and ready to pull the hair off my head unless I get her fucked fast.
I put her on her back, grab her ankles and lift them high, spreading her legs. My cock is in perfect position and I push in, hard. She swallows hard and then she bucks her cunt into me and screams, fuck me!
So that is what I do, fucking her hard for a good ten minutes through at least one orgasm and then, as I am feeling her second build, I offer my cum into her cunt. Her body jerks up into my loins again. And then she is crying. Not bad crying. She is weeping and saying, thank you, Oh my God! Thank you. Over and over again.
‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡
If this is an indication of the quality of all accommodations in the Philippines, I am sure that it is a place I do not want to visit again. If we weren't so tired, I would have walked out as soon as I saw the place. But we have gotten six hours of sleep and that is welcome.
There is no food in this place and I don't see anything outside I recognize. The hotel clerk I met when we came had precious little English. Maybe this one is a little better.
Well, it is a little better. We get directions one block down to a bakery. I am not sure why we want a bakery but, I take the girls with me and we walk in this very hot and humid weather to our destination. I see it and I guess it's a bakery of sorts but, it has tables and chairs on the sidewalk in front of the store. I purchase some sweet rolls and plastic bottles of an orange mango juice. There is an awning over the table we take. The rolls are good, the 'juice' is really a 'juice drink' with lots of sugar added but, the girls seem to like it. I purchase a few more rolls and take them in a plastic sack. We walk back to the hotel, grab our bags and take a taxi to the ferry.
Please God may this ferry ride be safe.
‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡
Are you excited? I mean Ron's granddaughter is our age! How cool is that?
Jonalyn, you have a mental problem. What if she is freaked out that he wants to fuck her? There are times when I just don't understand how we can be twins.
Why would she think that?
Well, sister, is he fucking you?
Oh, she think it is an age thing? She thinks he wants to fuck all girls our age?
Sure, why she not think that?
Oh. I don't know.
‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡
Mom, did Poppop say we will meet all of them at the ferry?
Yes, that is what he said.
But in the picture there are nine of them plus Poppop. How we all get back to the house?
He has a big van.
1 - now [Pronounced: nah].